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“Whuzzzawww…” is the sound I make if I wake myself up from a nightmare. Seemed appropriate.
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The Veefa suddenly exited Lasper’s body in a sparkle of light, as he lost his orange glow, returned to normal size, and said, “Whuzzzawww…” Picknar knelt down, put their hand on his shoulder, and said, “Hey, Lasper. are you okay?” Lasper did not look very well, but managed to say, “Holy crap. I wouldn’t describe me as ‘okay,’ but I’m alive. And, well, that’s awfully nice, isn’t it?” Picknar turned to the Bollycks and said, “Well, everybody, I officially screwed up that one. Bollycks, please don’t kill us.” The Bollyck with a patch over some eyes said to Feekar, “Feekar, please tell us it’s okay to kill them.” Feekar said, “No. We had a truce of sorts. they can go.” The eye-patch Bollyck said, “Oh, come onnnn…” Feeker gave in and said, “Fine. But we’ll at least give them a running start.” Our crew went wide-eyed in realization of their predicament and then ran away, yelling, “Gahhhhh!” Feekar said, “Will that do? Or do we need to actually chase them?” The eye-patch Bollyck said, “Nah, that’s enough. Simply terrorizing is a pleasure in itself.”
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